Charles Damon '32
Ruth Pittsinger '32
Neva Nash '32
Philip Cook '32
Richard Burke '33
Frederick Goodhue '33
Harriet Dodge '33 George Field '33
Juvy Black '33 Edward Sheehan '32
Esther Lupien '32 George Judd '33
Class Day Exercises
Class of 1933
Class of 1934
Class of 1935
Tree Dedication Poem
®liis issue of ttte (Eattler
of bis faithful serwices as
care-taker of our school
aub of Itis
loyal oeuotiou to his couutru,
There is no white-haired vet'ran
To stand in our line today.
There is no white-haired vet'ran
Showing and leading the way.
For him the reveille sounded,
He heard and answered the call.
Now on his fresh and rounded grave
Our tears of sorrow fall.
Today a small green wreath proclaims
The love our hearts would tell,
And o'er him wave the Stars and Stripes-
The flag he loved so well.
Soft and low is the bugle note,
Soft is the roll of the drum,
As through the lane of blossoms sweet
The silent marchers come.
Full-ranked, they stand at attention,
As they did one other year,
And though we do not see them
We know that they are here.
Full-ranked, they stand at attention
And none are wounded or maimed;
Their barracks a mansion in heaven —
This is the goal they've gained.
The tasks they've left will finished be
By loyal hearts and true
For the Boys in Khaki love the flag
As well as the Boys in Blue.
— John Black.
The Life Story of Adalbert
Adalbert Bailey, 89, Williamsburg's last
surviving Civil War veteran, who had
lived for over sixty years at the foot of
Village Hill, passed away on May 3, 1932,
at the home of his daughter, Mrs. Leigh
Perkins, of Riverdale, West Springfield.
Mr. Bailey was born in Amherst, son of
Samuel and Violet (Snow) Bailey. He en-
listed from Conway with Co. C, 31st
Massachusetts volunteers, serving first as
a drummer boy, and was promoted to first
sergeant before the end of the Civil War.
On October 6, 1868, he married Juliet
Metcalf, daughter of the late Jonathan
Metcalf of this town, who conducted a
candy shop in the Metcalf house at the
foot of Village Hill. Mr. Bailey was em-
ployed as a machinist and toolmaker for
the Haydenville Brass Company for twen-
ty years, and was well known as an ex-
His devotion to his wife, who had been
an invalid for many years, won the ad-
miration of the townspeople, and his love
of a good story, whether told by himself
or another was a marked characteristic of
When Mr. and Mrs. Bailey had been
married sixty years, they celebrated their
anniversary, and his pride in Mrs. Bailey,
dressed in her wedding gown, was delight-
ful to remember.
He was an active member of the Willi-
amsburg Cemetery Association, and had
been an officer of the association for
many years. He was a member of the
Jerusalem Lodge of Masons of Northamp-
ton, and of Clary Post, Grand Army of
the Republic, of Conway, where he enlist-
ed. His family was living there at the
time of the war.
While Mr. Bailey was always interest-
ed in town affairs, he held few public of-
fices and was best known and will be
longest remembered for the active part he
took in the annual observance of Memori-
al Dav. For fiftv consecutive years he had
marched proudly at the head of the Mem-
orial Day parade and was regularly ap-
pointed by the Town to have charge of
the exercises. He had secured some fine
speakers and music for those occasions.
For many years Mr. Bailey was a
speaker at the high school assemblies in
observance of Memorial Day. The friend-
ly interest which he always showed in the
school and in the children of the town be-
gan during those ten years when he served
so faithfully as care-taker of our school
buildings — both the old and the new.
The Boy Scouts chose a fine motto when
they chose "Be Prepared" ; fine not only
for them but for every person to keep in
mind and to follow. It helps constantly in
school, at home and in life.
This motto is similar to the one used by
the knights in the days of Chivalry, which
was, "Be Always Ready".
"Be Prepared" in your daily school
work and you will come out on top. On
the athletic floor and field you will get in-
to tight places and in the laboratory, ac-
cidents may occur, but by being ready you
may save the game or allay somebody's
At home, unfortunately, many accidents
occur which sometimes result in severe in
jury and even death. If you are prepared
to meet the emergency you may prevent an
accident or even save a life.
In life, this motto may be applied every
day. Many opportunities will come your
way. But you cannot expect them to wait
for you until you are ready to take them.
"Be Prepared" to take advantage of these
as they come along, and you will go much
farther. Others may call them lucky
breaks but you yourself know that they
are the result of being prepared.
So anyone can be helped greatly by
adopting this motto and living up to it. It
will save you time and trouble too, much
of which is brought about by being un-
prepared. After all it is not much trouble
to be prepared, and it always pays, for
thus you will be helped to reach higher
School spirit is a compound which con-
sists of loyalty, confidence, and willing
The first quality, loyalty, means being
true to the ideals of the school, the teach-
ers, and true also to our schoolmates. In
order to acquire this quality we must
strive hard to do our best to support school
activities such as basketball, baseball, and
the activities of our own classes.
Confidence is a quality that is gained
by being loyal and having faith in our
teachers and classmates. This quality
brings out the very best in one. Confidence
in our fellowmen brings us all to a better
understanding of life. For example, the
small child when learning to walk, finds
it very difficult. After gaining confidence
in himself, his steps are surer and his
walking more firm. The same thought may
be applied to school life.
We get out of life just what we put in-
to it. If we try in a half-hearted manner,
our results are far from satisfactory.
Because we are so closely associated in
school work, we should try to find the
good in each other with the idea of help-
ing, and refraining from unjust criticism.
In short — be constructive and not destruc-
tive, then better work will be the result
and ideals will be attained.
May "true school spirit" be the watch-
word of the Helen E. James High School.
The Senior Class
"Merrily I roll along"
Class Play (1) (2) (3), Tree Dedication Poem.
For four years Lois has been a faithful and
loyal worker. Her ambition is to become a libra-
rian. We are sure she will succeed.
"Always doing, not pretending"
President (1) (2) (3) (4), Class Play (1) (2),
Baseball (1) (2) (3), Assistant Business Manag-
er Tattler (3), Sports Editor (3), Vice-President
A. A. (3), Basketball (4), Business Manager
Tattler (4), President A. A. (4), Class Oration,
Address of Welcome, Pro Merito.
Besides being our President for four years, and
steering the good ship "32" to port he has found
time to help Mr. Foster wear out the old Oakland.
"What a flow of eloquence"
Secretary (1), Treasurer (2) (3) (4), Class
Play (1) (2) (3), Interscholastic Debating (3)
(4), Baseball (2) (3) (4), Assistant Business
Manager Tattler (3), Basketball (4). President
Debating Society (4). Editor-in-Chief Tattler (4),
National Forensic League. Class Prophecy.
Charlie's interest in road surveying has been
kept up by the practise he has had in measuring
distance on his trips to Mountain Street. For three
years he has guarded our treasury.
"Laugh and the world laughs with you"
Class Play (1) (2) (3), Associate Editor
Tattler (4). Interscholastic Debating (4), Class
Will, Pro Merito.
We understand "Es" wants to be a nurse, but
we are undecided whether she will be a nurse or
a debater, for she seems well fitted for both.
"Ever cheerful, ever smiling, never known to
Class Play (1) (2) (3), Secretary (2) (3) ( I .
Assistant Editor Tattler (4), Executive Committee
Debating Society (4), President Girls A. A. (4),
Neva's dramatic ability has without doubt made
her outstanding in this respect in our class. We
will all miss her cheery smile when she leaves us.
"Silence has many advantages"
Class Play (3)
"Liz" is one of those quiet and gentle girls who
is always willing to do her share. We have heard
little about her future plans, but here's luck and
lots of it.
"Preparation is the keynote of success"
Vice-President (2) (3) (4), Class Play (1) (2)
(3), Secretary and Treasurer Debating Society
(3) (4), Interscholastic Debating (3) (4), Assist-
ant Editor Tattler (4), National Forensic League,
Farewell Address, Pro Merito.
If Ruth continues in college the excellent record
that she has made here she will bring great honor
to our school.
"Brevity is the soul of wit"
Class Play (2)
No doubt Ruth's witty remarks will be missed
at school. She hopes to be a school teacher. Wc
hope she grows a little so she won't be mistaken
for one of the pupils.
"Better late than never"
Baseball (3) (4). Basketball (3). (4), Class
Play (1) (2). Captain Baseball (4). Captain
Basketball (4). Prophecy on Prophet.
"Gal" intends to be an engineer of oil? "Wells' .
We hope that he will succeed in his work, and he
May (ri). He has been a loyal supporter of Ath-
"Now, I ask you"
Class Play (2) (3), Class Grinds.
We were surprised how Betty, apparently a
very quiet member of our class, kept Mr. Foster
busv answering questions on those Geology trips.
ADDRESS OF WELCOME
Parents, Teachers and Friends:
In behalf of the class of 1932, it is my
privilege to welcome you to our class night
Parents : Your patience and under-
standing, together with your interest in all
of our undertakings have guided us
through four years of work and play. We
hope that we may prove ourselves worthy
of your efforts.
Teachers : We take this opportunity to
thank you for the time and energy that
you have so freely given us. You have
constantly set before us high standards of
citizenship and character, which will be an
inspiration to us for many years to come.
Friends : Your interest and cooperation
in the affairs of the school have carried
us on to greater efforts. Without this spir-
it on your part many of our undertakings
would have been a failure and we are
grateful for all that you have done.
Our four years of high school are now
over, and whatever we may do, we hope
that your sacrifice and your trust in us
will not have been in vain.
In September, 1928 the good ship '32
with a crew of fifteen, embarked on an
eventful voyage. We weighed anchor at
8:45 A. M. all set for four years of trav-
els. Phil Cook was our captain, Charlie
Damon our chief engineer, and the job of
keeping account of the crew's activities
was wished upon me. Our Naval Advisory
Board consisted of Miss Burke, Mrs.
Warner, Miss Dunphy and Mr. Wilder.
After a few weeks of sailing, our proud
upper classmen tried to make life just
as exciting as possible for us. A rumor
drifted around that plans were being-
made for a reception. When the night
came we were all called upon to do our
part. One of us had to dance around
one of the tunnels, while others had to
roll peanuts up and down the main deck.
However, we all survived with no ill ef-
fects, other than puffing a bit and losing
the powder from our noses. Three of our
crew found it necessary to leave board
ship that year and left us with a crew of
twelve inexperienced seamen. The boys in
the crew practised their "daily-dozen" by
going in somewhat for basketball and the
whole crew had the pleasure of making a
slight appearance in dramatics by swell-
ing the chorus of the operetta "Jerry of
The rest of our first year's voyage was
uneventful, and the good-ship '32 put into
In September 1929 we started out with
the same Board and a crew of twelve with
Charlie Damon as our purser. We were
now very busy. All hands were on deck
willing and ready to work. Being a bit
more experienced this year we took a small
part in receiving the new passengers. We
made them do all sorts of stunts, anything
from crawling around the deck to climb-
ing the main mast. An interesting feature
of this party was that it was almost im-
possible to stop some of them from per-
forming after they had once started.
Although we started our voyage gay
and full of spirit we were saddened in
November bv the news of the death of our
beloved Mrs. James. She had always been
so interested in our school and her acts of
kindness had been so numerous that we
could not think of going on without her
and her gentle influence. Her memory
will live with us always.
It was quite unusual for such an unex-
perienced crew to appear again on the
stage, but some of us enjoyed minor parts
in "College Days" while I unfortunately
was picked to take the part of a dean in
a college. I think it was just as well for
the college that it was only a play. In
spite of the fact that I was in it, the play
was a success. The proceeds helped fill
our purser's bag labelled "Washington
Trip." During this voyage Alice Lloyd,
one of the crew, was obliged to leave us,
so we were reduced to eleven when we put
into port for a two months furlough.
We hardly had time to get rid of the
odor of the salt before we received word
to report back to the ship. As we shoved
off the capstan bar early in September, the
fresh morning sea air and the clanking of
the windlasses sent the blood through our
veins anew. We were all set for a year
of activities. We had the same crew and
the same officers but our Advisory Board
lost one very competent member, Mr.
Wilder, whose place was filled by Mr.
Bergan. The annual reception was given
to the new passengers and for a few hours
the attack was heavy. Life was rather
miserable for them and enjoyable for us.
By this time we had gained so much
confidence in our dramatic ability that we
decided to present another operetta and
"Belle of Bagdad" was our choice.
We soon became aware that a basket-
ball epidemic had broken out on board be-
cause of the way in which many of our
crew were prancing about the deck. Aft-
er a few weeks they felt better and were
able to do some good work and win some
victories. This disease was fatal to none,
but some were left with badly twisted
forms. During this year we held many
food sales on main deck and the ship's
purser announced that a considerable sum
was tucked away in the money bags.
We were proud to find some clever or-
ators among our crew. So we decided to
settle important questions of the day. De
bates were arranged and Charlie Damon
convinced his audience by his forceful ar-
guments that United States should not
join the League of Nations, while Ruth
Pittsinger. in another debate, held her
audience spell bound while she proved to
them that immigration should be further
As the spring season approached we
were nearing the end of our voyage, and
we turned our thoughts again to social af-
fairs. We arranged a whist party to be
held in the Captain's room to which we in-
vited all our crew and passengers. The
affair was enjoyable to say the least.
As we were now drawing near the time
when those who had been with us for three
years would leave us, our thoughts turned
to the reception which we were to give
them. We were determined to make the
affair the best social event of our four
years. It was held in the Grand Salon,
which was decorated in purple and gold
and the party was one long to be remem-
bered by us all.
It didn't seem possible that another
year could have gone by so quickly but we
were glad to dock and forget our ship for
During our vacation we succeeded in
getting up a Larkin Soap Order. Due to
the untiring efforts of Mrs. Warner we re-
alized a nice sum of money which our
purser grabbed immediately.
After two busy months we slipped our
moorings in September 1931 and we were
towed out of the harbor into deeper water.
As we set sail on our last voyage, what a
crew we were ! Eleven strong we faced
the high seas, headed for the port in
which we find ourselves tonight. Our Ad-
visory Board underwent many changes this
year. Miss Burke and Mr. Bergan left us.
Their places were filled by Miss Fisher
and Mr. Foster: Mr. Stene made the fifth
member of our board. For awhile it
seemed as though our classes were put in-
to the background for larger ventures, but
through it all we kept our identity. After
all, I believe it would be hard to conceal
In the fall a series of entertainments
was presented by the players of the Red
Path Bureau. These were all liked and
you should have seen the way Charlie Da-
mon watched the tickets go and the money
Again this year we had the pleasure of
hearing the debaters of the year before.
Charlie and Ruth defeated their oppon-
ents on the Philippine Question, and their
arguments proved to us that the Philip-
pines should not be granted their Inde-
pendence. In a later debate Esther did a
fine piece of work persuading her oppon-
ents that Unemployment Insurance should
not be adopted. We all feel it has been a
great mistake that these skillful debaters
were not sent to Washington to help Con-
gress settle these important questions.
Although they didn't have much to do
with, the boys put up a good many hard
fights in athletics. They are to be com-
mended for the spirit they showed. "The
spirit was willing, but the flesh was
Soon it was time for us to change our
course and head for Washington where we
docked. With our wonderful chaperone,
Miss Dunphy, we enjoyed a most delight-
ful trip and we feel sure that we saw and
did as much in that time as anyone could
expect. It was quite a change from sailing
the high seas, but we found some things
there that were pretty high. The crew was
more quiet on the return trip, although one
member stayed awake long enough to
practice his harmonica lesson. Most of the
time however was spent in cross-examin-
ing Charlie and Ed as to what they did
The good ship "32" is now safe in port.
When we looked forward to this voyage it
seemed long and uncertain. Now that it is
over, we realize how very pleasant 'it has
been. Our experiences will give us in-
creased faith in ourselves to sail the high
seas of the future guided by our motto:
"Energy wins the way".
Neva Nash '32.
The depression of 1952 was on. As I
found myself in the great army of the un-
employed, I determined to become a book
agent. My travels led me through the
West where I came in contact with many
One day I approached a neat cottage
surrounded by beautiful trees, and as I
rang the bell, I heard a woman's voice
say, "Junior, tell him I don't have time to
read with six children and a dog and cat
to look after." Something in the woman's
voice sounded familiar and patting Junior
on the head I asked if I could see his
mother for just a moment. A short
dark-eyed woman appeared and who
should it be but an old classmate of mine,
Ruth Pomeroy. Although she did not buy
a book, I felt well repaid for the visit with
her and her delightful family.
The next week my work took me into
the state of Indiana.
The beautiful buildings of Morse Col-
lege drew me toward the campus. Here
I hoped to plaee a large order of Latin
Dictionaries and other necessary books.
I went to the office where I was referred
to the President. A very stout bald head-
ed gentleman turned and said, "What can
I do for you?" At once I recognized my
old pal. Phil Cook and what a time we had
talking over our past life ! After leaving
high school. Phil attended Oxford Univer-
sity being graduated with highest honors.
After graduation he spent several success-
ful years in the field of education at Har-
vard where he remained until he was
called to the presidency of Morse College.
Here his keen mind and friendly disposi-
tion won for him the respect and admira-
tion of faculty and students.
A month later I had the opportunity of
visiting the most beautiful library in the
United States, the Congressional Library
at Washington, D. C. When I inquired
for the purchasing agent. I was directed
to an office where I met a tall brown-
haired lady. During our conversation she
told me that she had formerly lived in
Massachusetts. Imagine my surprise when
she told me she was born in Williamsburg.
This dignified business lady was my
schoolmate Lois Bisbee. Just then she was
very busy but that evening we dined at
the Hotel Harrington where we renewed
our friendship and recalled the experi-
ences of our Washington trip. It was at
that time that Lois told me about two of
our classmates. She said that Ed Sheehan
was pitching for the Washington Senators
and that Elizabeth Parker was a Con-
gresswoman from Massachusetts. It seems
that Elizabeth after leaving Smith College
became a writer of great Merritt and was
now in the field of politics.
I was delighted to hear that Edward
was to play in the city the next day and
I was determined to see that game. The
following afternoon as I reached the gate,
the crowd was in a fever of excitement.
Cheers and whistles from all sides were
heard and the band played "Massachu-
setts" when he stepped forward to hurl
the first ball. After the game. I made a
dash for the dug-out to see "Gal". Our
visit was very short because his team was
to leave that night for Xew York. He did
have time, however, to tell me that he
had inherited a fortune, part of which he
had invested in Wells. While in college his
pitching had improved so much that in a
short time he was bought by the Senators
and had been with them since.
I too had to leave, for my work in the
southern states was to begin immediately.
I hoped to see more of my old schoolmates
but as duty called me from town to town,
each day I became more lonely for I had
met none of them.
As I tramped the sweltering streets of
Xew Orleans I suffered a severe sun-
stroke and lost consciousness. When I
awoke I found myself in the hospital. A
beautiful nurse in crisp white linen was
holding my hand. She told me what had
happened and how I had been brought to
the hospital by a stranger. The clear tones
of her voice reminded me of our debating
days at Burgy. When I told her this she
said that she had been waiting for me to
recognize her. It was Ruth Pittsinger. She
made things very pleasant for me while in
the hospital and told me much of her past
history. After her graduation from a
training school for nurses she had become
superintendent in the largest hopsital in
Xew Orleans. The nurses told me later
that she was considerd the most efficient
and best liked head nurse that the hospit-
al had ever had.
It was with regret that I left Ruth the
following week but I was indeed glad to
find that she had made a success of her
After my discharge from the hospital, I
hired an airplane and started for Ala-
bama. Upon arriving I found that Ala-
bama was strongly hit by the depression
and bread was more necessary than books.
In desperation I determined to consult a
fortune teller and learn my fate.
The room was dimly lighted. A weird
atmosphere shrouded the place. The for-
tune teller, heavily veiled, approached and
astonished me by murmuring my name.
Upon my request she gazed into the crys-
tal and related to me my past life and ad-
vised me concerning my future. "Now
there is just one more thing." I said,
"three of my classmates from Williams-
burg High School have disappeared. Can
you, by gazing into the crystal, discover
their whereabouts? "I can", she said. After
passing her hands over the clear crystal
three times she looked intently into the
ball. I heard her gasp and jumping up I
also looked into the glass ball and I shall
never forget the sight that was before my
eyes! Neva Nash and Esther Lupien were
picking cotton in Carolina. The crystal
showed that they owned a large plantation
but help was expensive and they were de-
termined to economize by working in the
fields. Success will surely reward such in-
"And what has become of Betty
Wells?" I asked. Slowly the crystal gazer
removed the veil and turban and there
stood Betty Wells.
Betty had married a millionaire and, be-
cause he had lost his money, she was
forced to become a fortune teller in order
to send her son through school. She had
been at the business for four years and
now had become quite famous.
After an enjoyable visit with her I de-
parted thinking as I went away of the old
high school days when all were happy and
did not realize the good times they were
Charles Damon '32.
PROPHECY ON PROPHET
In the year 1940, after a two months
leave of absence in America, I returned to
Russia to complete the term that my con-
tract called for, and was informed by some
of the officials that a number of American
engineers had signed long term contracts
with the Soviet Union. I took a train from
Petrograd for Moscow, where I would
change trains to reach my position near
the Great Ural Mountains. The trip was
a rather slow and tiresome one after I left
Moscow, and so I decided to wait over a
day at a place called Lenin. I had been
there but a short time when I learned that
a vast hydro-electric project was being
built nearby on the Volga River.
After walking around Lenin for a while,
I decided to go out and see this project.
It was a huge one, and as I came closer
to the river, I could plainly see the out-
lines of the great dam and the power plant
which was already completed on the out-
side and into which parts of the generat-
ors were being moved. It was while I
was looking over this plant that I saw
some of the engineers from the U. S.
The one who attracted my attention
first was the fellow who was directing the
assembling of one of the huge dynamos.
He looked familiar, but I couldn't seem
to remember where I had seen him. I
asked one of the Americans who that man
was, and he said that the boss' name was
Damon. Could this be my classmate.
Charles Murray, who had always been so
interested in electricity at Burgy High ? I
approached him and found that it was
none other than he.
"Gal Sheehan, what are you doing way
over here!", he exclamed as he rushed to
greet me. I told him and he invited me to
his home. When we arrived, who should
greet us there — none other than "The
Belle of Duck Inn"! After a delicious
four-course dinner, we went into the liv-
ing room. Instead of the usual afterdinner
mints we munched Kellogg's Corn Flakes
before the fireplace, as we told of our ex-
He told me that after leaving Burgy
High, he had spent a year at a small elec-
trical school and then had gone to Mass-
achusetts Institute of Technology. After
graduation, he was offered a position with
the Soviet Republic; talked it over with
Alice ; got married ; and came to Russia
under a long term contract as an electrical
engineer. Because of his natural ability,
he had been rapidly promoted. After
spending a joyful evening with them. I
took the midnight train for my destina-
tion, feeling much happier to think that, in
this distant land. I had an old classmate
somewhere near me.
Edward Sheehan '82.
We, the class of 1932, having faithfully
completed four years of high school, do
hereby declare this to be our last will and
We bequeath to the class of 1934, our
sister class, best wishes for success in all
that they may undertake.
To the class of 1933, we bequeath the
right to try to enjoy themselves as much
as we did in Washington.
To the class of 1935 we leave a bottle
of soothing syrup to quiet their nerves.
To Miss Dunphy, we leave our grati
hide and appreciation for the many things
she has done for us.
To Mrs. Warner, our math teacher and
debating coach, we give the right to divide
her classes in order to hear the debaters.
To Miss Fisher, we give the office of
Tree Warden in Woronoco.
To Mr. Foster, we give the right to go
on geology trips, not more than once a
week ; and the right to move rocks from
the way so that he may get home on time.
We also give him the use of the Lab.
whenever he needs it.
To Mr. Stene. we give the right to
listen to next year's class meetings.
Phil Cook leaves his position as engin-
eer at the Haydenville Library to George
Field. We know that he will be filled with
re-MORSE at leaving the place, it is so
handy ! He is so interested in that work
that he returns evenings. We wonder if he
is night watchman.
Ed Sheehan leaves his ability to choose
good theatres and good shows to Elmer
Charlie Damon leaves his ability in
handling money to John Shaw. He is also
clever in the use of the telephone. This
ability he wishes to leave to any Junior
boy who may go to Washington. For fur-
ther information ask Cook and Sheehan.
Neva Xash leaves the corner seat in
Room I to the earliest arrival next Sept-
ember. She gives to Junior girls infor-
mation about the easiest way to climb the
Ruth Pittsinger leaves to Louise Kel-
logg, a sum of money, the amount to be
determined by the class, to be used for a
serum to prevent measles.
Ruth Pomeroy leaves her sunny dispos-
ition to Magdalene Nietsche, and her wit-
ty sayings to Louise Mosher, but we ad-
vise her to be careful where she uses them.
Betty Wells leaves her question-box to
Dorothy Field. We imagine that Mr.
Foster will keep it closed.
Lois Bisbee leaves to Juvy Black her
talent in letter-writing.
Elizabeth Parker leaves her shy and
cunning ways to Ruth Stanton.
Lois and Elizabeth also bequeath to the
Junior girls a booklet entitled "Taxi Rates
Ed Sheehan, Charlie Damon and Phil
Cook bequeath valuable information about
the Washington Fire Department to the
We request that all our good deeds be
handed down to future generations and
that our careless deeds be covered up, for
"The evil that men do to lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their
In testimony thereof we hereunto set
our hand and seal in the presence of these
witnesses and declare this to be our last
will and testament, this twenty-first day
of June in the year one thousand nine
hundred and thirty-two.
Esther Lupien, Class of 1932.
*Pro Merito Members
Class Oration Philip Cook
Farewell Address Ruth Pittsinger
Address of Welcome
Class of 1933
Juvy Black, were those stories you
heard on the way home from Hunt-
ington all right ?
Dick Burke is always going to the
"Post Office". What kind, Dickie?
We wonder if Lawson Clark will
take up Mason-ry.
Russell Clark's chief ambition is to
go right home after Proms.
Mary Dunn and Catherine Grace are
our blushing Co-eds from Haydenville.
George Demertriou, do you think
it's nice to talk back?
Harriet Dodge is brilliant and quiet
but, "still waters run deep."
We would like to ask George Field
the meaning of those cold-sores.
Ask Louise Kellogg and Freddie
Goodhue if they enjoy cross-country
We hear that George Judd likes yel-
low roses! Helen Smiley can vouch
Ruth and Jean Merritt — It's nice to
have a brother in college, isn't it ?
We hear that Magdalene Nietsche is
going to have her hair cut because of
her liking for "Bobs".
The car that Rowena Pittsinger
most admires is the "Packard". Is
David Packard believes in putting
permanent waves into running boards.
We ask George Rustemeyer, Is it
the perfect 36 yet?
John Shaw — Don't you think it is
rather dangerous to leave your girl
Ruth Stanton and Helen Wickland
are boys — terous over Colors. One for
brown, other for red.
We hope that the next Prom will
be more successful for Elmer Thayer.
Marie Wells, basketball captain-elect
had so much experience in teaching
dancing this year that she will prob-
ably be a member of the faculty next
year. How about it Ed?
Madeline Hollaway because of her
quiet manner will be very successful
as a nurse.
Class of 1934
Ask Anna Baj what makes Dorothy
Field jump in Geometry Class. Must
be nerves !
Carolyn — a good Scout from Goshen.
May nothing em-Barrus her.
We think that Richard Field will be
a lawyer. Don't ask us why.
What can be the cause of the Knox
in Gilbert Loud's car ?
Viola Mason's slogan is: Use Pep-
sodent twice a year and see your den-
tist at least twice a day.
When Rita met Caesar, she came,
she saw, she conquered.
Ask Murphy, Mollison and Stone
how often they have heard "Report in
room one at three".
We wonder if Henry Soltys is try-
ing to improve his health for he is
often advised to, "Come over into the
Is it because Dorothy Field likes to
sit down front that she changed her seat ?
What is the cause of Nancy's recent-
ly developed interest in music ?
We wonder if Marjorie wouldn't
like a, "Packard"?
We wonder if Chet King would like
to have his debates cancelled so that
he can take a vacation and see the
Seno (Rita) in Argentina.
We wonder why Bill Corbett has
named his new bike "Nancy"!
Marie Allaire always gets good
marks in school. Why the bo*uquets,
Norman saves many critical situa-
tions when he argues international
questions with Mr. Stene.
In this world of modern youth it is
refreshing to find one girl with old
fashioned ideas, Gertrude King.
We wonder why Edith Merritt likes
the second period in the morning.
Ask Louise Mosher what's the at-
traction in Goshen.
We wonder if Barbara will get out
of the habit of being Grave (s) all the
Why is Mildred Sylvester, our new
basketball star, so interested in Stone
We wonder if Betty Webb will ever
stop passing notes.
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Why does Victoria like to see the
"Weeks" pass by?
Catherine Paul likes autumn because
of the leaves Russell (ing).
Lena likes to sing the scale because
of do, Ray and me.
The depression will soon be over if
Helen Demerski keeps on buying gum.
Charlie Warner seems to have Met
(z) a new girl.
Allen Bisbee keeps on smiling even
though he has had a "measly" time this
"Payne" is welcomed by Maude Os-
Edwin Russell is keeping up Chester-
field's reputation for high scholarship.
Why does Elmer prefer brunettes?
Litchfield has been more quiet in
English since Ruth Lloyd told him
what to do.
Albert Mosher's mind is becoming
more "Rusty" day by day.
Catherine Vining seems to like her
"Hans" very much.
Doris Hayden may some day become
Gertrude Heath likes "Bushy" shrub-
Robert Otis would like to live by
the Williamsburg depot.
Will Evelyn Rustemeyer ever stop
Annie and Bernice Hathaway cer-
tainly will thrive in Goshen the "Land
Bessie Muraski seems to be the quiet
one of the class.
Room 4 is a "Wait" (ing) room for
Mary Coogan appears shy. But
sometimes appearances are deceitful.
Mr. Foster's "I'll dock you an hour"
makes an impression on Micky.
Arabelle has been a great help in
the 4-H club this year.
Hans has been more careful in sign-
ing his name since he stuffed the gong
with his own paper.
We wonder if Bill Packard will ever
know the "place in English class."
Wliv the interest in Chesterfiled,
Mary Ellen is so interested in ten-
nis that she is teaching her Goshen
Alfreda Korytko is always getting
into a "Webb".... Beware Otis !
Eleanor is interested in her bicycle
and her curls.
We are glad to welcome Augusta
back after her long illness.
Edna Porter hasn't known Be(h)ans
since the prom.
We Should Like to See:
1. The lab. quiet.
2. Mickey Molloy not staying after
3. Mari Wells without a "Gal" of gas,
somewhere in Keene, N. H.
4. Rusty without his "Sonny" smile.
5. Louise Kellogg without a man.
6. Esther Lupien without her rheumat-
7. Ruth Pomeroy with a "beau".
8. Magdalene Nietsche on time.
9. Dave Packard learn to drive.
10. The Freshmen quiet and studious.
11. Sally Wickland and Ruth Stanton
not writing notes.
12. Elmer Thayer get an A-\-.
IS. Helen Smiley not using her good
14. Lawson Clark drive slowly.
15. Mr. Foster in his high school days.
16. The Oakland in an automobile race.
17. Fred Goodhue without his smile for
18. Miss Fisher get angry at Seniors.
19. Phil Cook without his "Dots" and
20. Neva Nash climbing the Washington
Ho-Hum Mickey Molloy
I'm in Love Again Louise Kellogg
I'm Just a Dancing Sweetheart Mr. Stene
Margie Dave Packard
Yodeling Cowboy George Field
Why Dance? Elmer Thayer
Keeping Out of Mischief Now
I Love Louisa Fred Goodhue
Pals of the Little Red School House
Neva Nash and Esther Lupien
I'm Falling in Love Ed Sheehan
Finding the Long Way Home
Lois Bisbee and Elizabeth Parker
Horses, Horses, Horses Esther Lupien
Walking My Baby Back Home
I Fall Down and Go Boom Neva Nash
You Should See My Neighbor's
Daughter Phil Cook
Oh, How I Hate to Get Up
in the Morning Gal Sheehan
Alice Blue Gown Charles Damon
I'm Afraid to Go Home in the Dark
The pine trees stand up straight and tall
To guard the way into the wood.
Through all the seasons cold and warm
A hundred years like kings they've stood.
The Childhood Stream
When I was young I used to roam,
Down to a stream that passed my home.
And here beside the silvery stream,
I lay upon the bank to dream.
They know of all that happens there,
Just where the bluebird makes her nest,
And where the woorlchuck has his hole
E'en where the squirrel goes to rest.
I dreamed about the big deep sea;
How some day I'd a sailor be.
Years passed; and then my dream came true,
For now I sail upon the blue.
At night when darkness fills the earth,
Their huge forms loom against the sky,
But still they guard the forest black
As breezes through their branches sigh.
— Rowena Pittsinger '33,
With Washington, the father of our land,
America was founded long ago.
Such men as he were born to take command.
His skill was far beyond his stronger foe.
In war, in peace, he loved his countrymen.
No greater statesman ever took the lead.
God loved this brave Virginia gentleman,
To us He sent this man in time of need.
Oh Washington! We celebrate your birth;
No Bicentennial can show your worth.
— Charles L. Warner '35.
I Wonder Why
They say the moon is just green cheese,
And if you went there you would freeze.
I can't believe that this is true,
Because it shines the whole night through.
I wonder why the sky is blue,
Yellow or bright pink would do.
Or why stars glitter bright at night,
And make a very showy sight.
I wonder why the clouds are white;
And why the sun won't shine at night.
Or why the rainbows arch the sky,
With colors bright. I wonder why?
— Raymond Bradford '35.
Xow afternoons when the ship's at rest,
When the crew's away and the sun's in the
I sit on the deck and dream a sweet dream
Of the days I lay beside the stream.
Oh, I'm a sailor brave and free,
But I would give the world to be
A boy again by the little stream
Where I lay upon the bank to dream.
— Catherine Paul '35.
The Violets' Pledge
Down by the gurgling water's edge
The violets did sweetly pledge: —
"We'll be the prettiest this year.
Of lovely purplish blue, so clear.
We'll pray to God with faces bright
As we look upward to the light,
And when the children violets pluck
We'll wish them all the best of luck."
The sun is rising in the east.
And lighting up the dull gray sky.
The birds begin their morning feast
By singing a sweet lullaby.
The morning-glories lift their heads
To meet the laughing sunbeams gay.
And violets from swampy beds
Awake to greet the coming day.
—Rita Rilev '34.
Not always does the flash and star
Eclipse his rivals on the track.
The best of runners yields his crown
When pluck and courage start to crack.
Though plodders keep an even gait
Their eyes are on the goal ahead,
And when the gruelling stretch appears
They meet it like a thoroughbred.
The sticker, not the sprinter wins
The laurels of the hard fought race.
The person with a hero's heart
Fights on and never slackens pace.
And thus we find in life's great game
The men who ever onward press,
While quitters drop along the way,
Win treasured trophies of success.
— George Demetriou '33.
I love the song of the stormy sea,
With billows crashing recklessly;
Let me hear the song I've heard them sing —
Let me feel the foam and the spray they fling.
Crashing of waves on the wind-swept shore,
Crying of sea gulls hovering o'er,
White caps dotting the sea's grey breast,
A dazzling sunset suffusing the west.
—Ruth Stanton '33.
"A penny for your thoughts, my maid.
What are your thoughts, I pray?"
"They're birds and though I don't know why,
They often go astray.
"The pleasant thoughts are bluebirds bright,
Whose shiny, glossy wings
In sunshine brightly glinting, make
My heart a' listening sing.
"One day a lovely thought of love,
A white bird flying high,
Was coldly, harshly thrust aside
And left alone to die.
Flying from the hilltops,
Flying true and brave,
Flying on a lonely,
Unknown soldier's grave.
On every ship and building,
The flag floats brave and true,
The banner of our Country —
The red, the white, the blue.
— Lois E. Bisbee '32.
In whatever this life brings,
Do not frown at tiny things,
Or let trifles be your master.
Save your sighs for real disaster.
If small troubles bother you
And to courage you're not true,
What will happen if some morrow
You come face to face with sorrow?
— Louise Kellogg '33.
There is a very pretty flower,
Which blooms in sunny May.
Its stem is long, its leaves the three,
And it grows more every day.
This plant contains a little boy,
Who sits with eyes cast down.
He never moves, nor turns his head,
But always wears a frown.
The children all, in sunny May,
This plant are glad to see,
And when they find this little boy,
They dance in ecstasy.
— Marie Allaire '34.
What is more dear to us than friends?
Dear friends who are so tried and true,
Friends who are loyal, good, and kind,
Who bring you cheer when you are blue.
"Of ugly things I will not think,
I push them out of sight;
Lest like a robber bird they steal
My bluebirds from the light."
—Harriet E. Dodge '33.
What is the way to keep our friends?
Has it ever occurred to you,
When learning that they need your help,
To lend a hand and pull them through
— Marjorie Damon '34.
It is often very hard to keep a' sinilin',
When the road looks steep ahead, to keep
When the morning conies too soon, to get
And you hate to leave your bed, to get up
It is often very hard to keep a' smilin'
When you think the world's gone wrong,
to keep a' sinilin',
When you have to blink back tears, to keep
And the spice of life seems gone, to keep
It's a habit we've to learn, to keep on
If we'd only practise more, to keep on
Why, our neighbors all would start to keep
And we'd make the whole world o'er, — So
keep on smilin'!
— Harriet E. Dodge '33.
My Flower-Garden Folks
I walked through my beautiful garden
On gray stones laid with care,
Dreaming a dream of the future,
Thinking I'd be alone there.
But there boys and girls were together!
Some smiling, some gay, and some sad;
In all of the rainbow colors
They were very prettily clad.
Rose was leaning upon a fence
In a cool and cozy nook;
Of the perfume she was wearing
A deep, sweet scent I took.
Daisy stood up pale and tall
Around her neck, a frill;
She smiled and nodded as I passed
Her tiny, flowery hill.
Pansy raised her sweet round face
And seemed content to know
That tho' she was not very tall
She might continue to grow.
And there beside a wond'rous pool
Was Fern in palest green;
And mirrored in the water blue
Her delicate gown was seen.
I beamed upon Miss Clematis
Gowned in purple and soft lace,
Who stood by the stony pathway,
Its sloping sides to grace.
Pure Lilly stood there tall and fair
Nodding her gay white head;
Beside her, an American Beauty
Was blushing, a rosy red.
I came upon Sweet William
He was dressed like Fauntleroy
In velvet of bright color
Quite unusual for a boy.
He was making love to a girl
Whose name was Marguerite.
He asked her if she would be his;
She nodded assent, sweet.
He told her Jack-in-the-Pulpit
Would marry them some fine day.
I knew I must not eavesdrop;
So I turned and went away.
Violet hung her tiny head
She was looking pretty blue.
I really hate to have to think
She loved Sweet William too.
— Viola B. Mason '34.
The Little White Schoolhouse
How vivid are the memories
Of days which were so bright,
When as a child I journeyed to
That little school so small and white.
An there with school mates not twice ten.
Eight years of joy and care I spent
With lessons long and hard which kept
Me many hours at studies bent.
And when our lessons all were done
The singing birds and blooming flowers
Called us to come and spend with them
Those many happy springtime hours.
—Ruth Pittsinger '32.
One sunny spring day as I sat in my
classroom idly looking out the window, I
could see people hustling about and birds
sitting in the near-by trees singing joy-
ously. The leaf buds were opening and
the snow-like patches of bluets on the vel-
vety-green grass made a restful scene.
Everything outside seemed bright and
Suddenly, I realized that the teacher
was looking at me. I was embarrassed to
think I had been caught day-dreaming in-
stead of absorbing my American literature.
On opening my book, my eyes fell upon
William Cullen Bryant's "Green River".
He used to sit quietly and idly muse by
the river's side. He expressed his feeling
in the following lines —
"I often come to this quiet place,
To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face,
And gaze upon thee in silent dream,
For in thy lonely and lovely stream,
An image of that calm life appears
That won my heart in my greener years."
We, too, can read lessons from nature
and plan foundations for our dreams or as
Henry Thoreau so ably puts it, "We must
endeavor to live the life we have imagined,
and we shall meet with success."
In "My Lost Youth", Longfellow tells
of a boy's ambitions, vision, and high
ideals. The Maine sea coast and hills were
his boyhood haunts of mystery. He re-
called the magic of the sea with waves
tossing freely. The quiet neighborhood,
breezy groves, and old friendships all be-
came real to him again as he wrote about
America's best lover president, Abra-
ham Lincoln, spent much time in quiet
thought. He had seen the abuses in slave-
ry during his childhood, and became con-
vinced it was morally wrong. Surely, this
man must have dreamed about the free-
dom of the slaves a great deal to become
so convinced that he could withstand half
of the nation opposed to his ideas. His
dreams were constructive, and has he not
gone down in history as an American ideal
President Wilson, through careful study
and thought, made himself the interpreter
of America during the World War. He
stood for right and entered the war with
the one thought of making the world safe
for democracy. His ideals were high ; his
dreams boundless. Thus, down through the
ages, great men have risen to fill great
places in time of a crisis.
Many people denounce dreamers but it
is quite evident as one Studies the lives of
many great men, that constructive air
castles do produce good results.
Madeline E. Holloway '33.
There was nothing left. Black days,
blacker nights, when the suggestive peep
of a cricket seemed to re-echo the dismal
cry of her heart or the step of sqme late
passerby, creaking on the boardwalk be
neath her window, seemed to say, "It's no
use. It's no use." Only the faithful little
clock on her dresser ticked merrily away,
"Never give up. Never give up." He
never did give up but ticked merrily on
night and day.
The girl on the cot was thinking. Why
shouldn't she give up ? There was nothing,
nothing left; only her poor broken self;
nothing to live for. Why not end it once
and for all. Still ticked on the little clock,
"Never give up. Never give up." What
did a clock know about it anyway? If
someone didn't wind it, it couldn't go on.
She too needed help to push on. Then,
forgetting herself for the first time in
many days, she thought of the little or-
phan, Dolly, whose father and mother had
once been her dearest friends. How sweet
she had been all this lime, never whimper-
ing, but always trying to cheer Mary; fre-
quently asking when mother was coming
home. Life was cruel. Why had it been
she. Mary Duncan, who crashed that ear,
killing her dearest friends but without a
scratch for herself? Self-pity is the poor-
est cure for a tortured soul and self-blame
can go to extremes, but Mary did not
Slowly the sun crept up from behind
the hills, bathing the world with soft color.
But it was a grey dawn and a grey world
for Mary. She could hear the clatter of
dishes in the kitchen below. As she
dressed, she listened to Dolly's happy lit-
tle voice asking multitudinous questions of
the little old lady who was preparing
breakfast. Closing the door softly behind
her. she heard Dolly say, "Gramma, why
doesn't Miss Mawee laugh anymore?"
And the little old lady's sweet voice re-
plied, "Miss Mary doesn't feel well,
dearie. Perhaps she'll be feeling better
soon. Let's try to make her laugh, at
breakfast. How good it would seem to see
her smile again."
The sun actually seemed to be shining
more brightly for Mary. Dolly's bright
little face beamed at her as she entered
the room. The little old lady, hovering
between table and stove, smiled a pleasant
good morning. Somehow, things didn't look
as black as they had the night before.
Mary could even smile a bit and the littl
old lady laughed softly to herself when
she feebly tried to crack a joke. Mary
was coming to herself. She had known
that she would pull out of it. Sunny,
cheery. Mary; how she loved and depend-
ed upon the sweet girl, who had brought
so much sunshine into her life. An old
heart was once more filled with the joy
and the hopefulness of youth. She had
grieved much when Mary did not seem to
regain herself. Now she was glad, and she
rejoiced again, when Mary walked off to
work humming brightly to herself. Mary
was thinking of something she had seen
down town which she knew would please
her dear, foster mother. Then too. there
was a little woolly dog which Dolly would
Throughout the day, Mary realized that
she was needed and wanted. She could do
something for someone. Her heart sang
as she laid the table for supper.
That evening when Dolly was un-
dressed and in her nightie, she came to
Mary for a story. The story told. Dolly
placed her arms about Mary's neck and
gave her a big hug. Mary kissed the rosy
little face and at Dolly's command, the
Once more seated before the fire, she
began to think. Of course there was some-
thing to live for. Had not God placed her
here to live, to overcome the difficulties she
encountered, and to smile through the
heartbreaks? After all. one cannot live
alone in this world, shut-up in his own
little shell. That cannot bring true hap-
piness, though many think so. We are all
pushers and each must help the other to
do his part. When we smile through our
tears, it is sun shining through the rain.
Somebody is happier because of the rain-
bow we have made.
Harriet E. Dodw '33.
"A Fighting Pilot's Last Chance"
As the ten fighting planes were wheeled
up in formation preparatory to the take-
off, Christy Flannigan walked to his spad
with a resolute heart. This was his last
chance to make good, and he resolved to
come through with flying colors. During
his previous flights with his comrades, he
had failed to bring down an enemy pi; in .
His comrades had been much more suc-
cessful in their efforts, but Christy had
failed somehow to come in contact with
any of them. Today, however, he resolved
to bring down a plane or die in the at-
The ten fighting spads were now ready
for the starting signal, and each pilot was
warming up his engine. Christy gripped
his controls and waited anxiously for the
whistle. What would tomorrow bring?
Would he come back?
Suddenly a shrill, piercing whistle cut
the still morning air. The starting signal !
Ten splendidly equipped fighting planes
took off with their motors working per-
fectly, and ten fighting hearts were set for
action. They gained altitude quickly and
soon were flying in perfect formation to-
wards the front. Christy worked his con-
trols with perfect smoothness and showed
a calm he had not shown in many months.
His lips were pressed tightly together and
he gazed longingly for a sight of the en-
emy. Suddenly, above the roar of his own
motor, came a low purring sound of many'
motors in unison. As Christy glanced up,
he saw many German Fokkers bearing
down upon him and his comrades who had
also seen the immediate danger and had
swung quickly into battle formation. Here
was Christy's chance to gain distinction
and show his comrades he would bring
down an enemy plane or die fighting
bravely for his country. One of his hands
was on his machine gun while the other
worked the controls.
One of the German Fokkers suddenly
swung out from the others and bore swift-
ly down on Christy who saw him coming
and, with his hand on his gun, waited for
him silently. Suddenly, Christy felt a
sharp tug through his arm as the enemy
pilot fired. The Fokker having dropped
swiftly was now coming up from below.
Although his arm hurt severely, he did not
wait for the enemy to come in line with
him again. He tilted his gun and fired
swiftly at his very aggressive enemy. He
saw his enemy relax, and the plane zoom
downward in a nose dive. Christy went to
the aid of his comrades who had begun to
get the best of the enemy in that hard-
fought struggle which was characteristic
of American air pilots during the World
War. As Christy worked his controls, his
heart was light for he had squared himself
with his comrades and had come through
with flying colors.
George Field, '33.
Flaine, a curly-haired and bright-eyed
little girl, came running out of the house
slamming the screen door behind her. Her
mind was chiefly on the large sugared
doughnut which was rapidly disappearing.
So intent was she on eating, that she did
not see her mother's prize, yet terrible,
gander strutting triumphantly in front of
her doll house. A quack from Sampson,
the old gander himself, terrified her so
that she dropped her doughnut.
Her first thought was to run back into
the house and tell her mother. Then she
remembered that her mother was not at
home and she was alone. She couldn't let
that horrid old gander spoil her neat
house and her family of dolls. So she
picked up a stick and ran toward the
monster. With terrible force for such a
small girl, the stick came down on the old
gander's head. She swelled with pride
when she thought that she had conquered
her enemy ; but alas ! the old gander did
not move. With trembling fingers she
touched his glossy white feathers.
"Oh dear," she wailed, "I have killed
my mother's prize gander." Just then she
awoke with a start. Someone was bending
over her little white bed.
"What is the matter dear?" asked her
mother." Elaine, who was weeping viol-
ently, answered, "I have killed your old
"Never mind/' her mother said. "An-
other time we won't have chocolate cake
and ice cream just before bedtime.
Ruth Pittsinger '32.
Alone In The House
I was alone in the house. I drew a chair
up to the fire and started to read "The
Cask of Amantillado". The wind was a
mad torrent outside and the steady beating
on the window pane told me that a terrible
storm was raging. Nervously I dropped
my book and peered out into the angry
night. Bang! Clatter! Crash! With a jump
I turned around expecting to see most
anything. I faced an open door with the
shrieking wind striking me in the face. I
quickly closed it and turned to my reading.
Aside from the storm, the only thing audi-
ble in the room was the tick-tick of the
clock, but it almost seemed as though I
could hear the thumping of my heart.
I read on . . . "No answer still. I thrust
a torch through the remaining aperture
and let it fall within. There came forth in
return only a jingling of the bells. My
heart grew sick — on account of the damp-
ness of the catacombs. I hastened to make
an end of my labor. I forced the last stone
into its position. I plastered it up.
Against the new masonry I reerected the
old rampart of bones. For the half of a
century no mortal has disturbed them . . ."
The weird story and the storm thor-
oughly frightened me. Again I dropped
my book and began to pace the floor. Aft-
er a short time had elapsed, I tried to con-
trol ray fear and sat down again. Bang!
There was a knock at the door. I looked
up and saw a ghost standing in the door-
way. He beckoned me to follow him to
the catacombs. I was drawn to him as a
piece of steel is drawn to a magnet. He
led me out into the night. Finally, we
came to a door in the side of a hill. He
opened it and we went in. As I entered,
a damp blanket seemed to fold about me.
He went down some stairs and I followed.
Somewhere in the distance I heard the
trickling of water and on going in a little
farther the moisture from the moss began
to drip on me. Then I wondered if my
fate would be that of Amontillado in the
story. Deeper and deeper into the cata-
combs we went and as we proceeded, the
passageway became so narrow that my
bare arms touched the damp walls. The
humidity of the air became so dense that
I could hardly breathe.
Whiz ! A chill ran through me. and as
I turned, the cold air struck my face.
Then I heard someone say, "Look she is
as white as a ghost." Finally. I came to
mv senses and saw mv brother standing in
front of me. I shuddered and exclaimed,
"Oh, it is so damp down in the cata-
combs." He laughed and said, "Next time
that you are alone in the house, don't fall
asleep reading Poe's stories."
Rowena Pittsinger, '33.
Told By An Ex-Doughboy
Last summer I took a short vacation in
France and as my division had seen serv-
ice near Montolidies during the Great
War. I decided to revisit the scenes of ac-
As I walked alone along the line of
bashed-in and grass-grown trenches where
we had stayed for weeks. I happened to
kick up one of the little booklets carried
by the boys of the American Expedition-
ary Forces. This book, mudstained and
torn, was a total ruin except for the last
two pages which for some reason had
been preserved through the years. These
pages were written in the form of a diary
and brought back floods of memories : —
June 7, 1918 3:00 P. M. — Although we
have had hard fighting, we still hold, and
have advanced beyond the village of Can-
tigny which we captured from the Boche
ten days ago.
June 8, 1918, 1:30 A.M. — I have just
been relieved from sentry duty, and what
a relief! Fritz is pretty nervous tonight
and any movement in our trenches brings
a barrage of machine-gun fire and star
shells. Just as I stepped down from the
fire steps, a corporal who was passing by,
had his face wounded pretty badly by a
piece of shrapnel that ricochetted from a
plank on the traverse. I am writing this
in the Captain's dugout by the light of a
candle which is in the neck of a bottle.
The chief is stretched across his blankets
June 8, 1918, 7:00 P. M. — What a day!
The Boche started the fun by shelling us
from 3 :45 to 4 :30 this morning and then
coming to see us, meanwhile keeping a
box-barrage around the town in our rear.
We finally sent them back, with a little
persuasion, in time for breakfast. I've
been on the front for two weeks now and
have received my first wound. A huge
Hun knocked out two of my front teeth
with the butt of his Mauser, and so I used
my bayonet to good advantage. All day
long we have been ducking casualties right
and left under a heavy artillery fire from
June 9, 1918, 10.00 P. M.— The Huns
have started their fourth drive and we've
been having a hard time. We have lost a
little ground today but not much. The
hardest fighting was a few kilometers to
the east of us towards Soissons. As I
write, the ground is quaking with the
shock of the bombardment and my candle
threatens to go out. If those guns don't
stop soon, I shall surely go crazy. Oh
God ! what a war ! Blood, blood, blood,
and above all, I can hear the cries of the
June 13, 1918, 12:15 P.M. — I can
hardly see to write for I have had no sleep
for fifty-six hours. I've hardly time to sit
down in this dugout, No. 13, an unlucky
number all right, and all the while the
guns are hammering the lives into pulp.
Everywhere men are going "West". Many
are wounded or worse yet, going crazy
under the continual pounding. We have
have been gassed continually in the last
three days. One good thing about gas is
that it kills off the rats. The Huns have
advanced only about seven kilometers
along a forty-five kilometer front between
Montdidies and Soissons, and they surely
had to fight for that. Say ! it would be
wonderful to see the old U. S. A. again — ."
Here the story ends abruptly, and well
it might. I remember that night. I was
going along the trenches, crawling over
debris and dead bodies while the shells
screamed across the sky overhead. Just as
I was approaching a dugout, I remember
now, it was No. 13, a German high explos-
ive shell registered a direct hit on the top
of it. I was thrown forcibly against the
parapet, but by good luck none of the fly-
ing pieces of steel hit me.
It was three hours later when the oc-
cupants of the dugout were finally reached
and they had all gone West.
So somewhere in France, under one of
the thousands of crosses dotting Flanders,
lies the author of this diary.
Frederick Goodhue. '33.
The Greatest Gift
Long ago, in a country far across the
sea, lived a great king who was dearly
loved by his people. It was the custom of
the land for t lit* ruler's loving subjects to
bring him a gift at Easter.
Not far from the castle, lived a poor
peasant couple who had one fair-haired,
blue-eyed little son. As Easter time drew
near, they wondered what their gift to the
king would be. They had nothing to give
this year as in other years, because their
crops had failed and they had hardly
enough for themselves.
On Easter morning, the little boy sat
before the window, sadly watching the
crowds going to the castle with their gifts.
He loved his king and wanted very much
to give him something. Suddenly, an idea
came to him. He ran to his father and
mother and whispered. "I know what we
can give our king. You remember I was
born on his birthday, and you sometimes
called me the king's child. Let me give
myself to him for one year."
Soon the palace was thronged with peo-
ple who presented their gifts. The mon-
arch smiled but it was a sad smile, for
those who had fine gifts would hold them
high so that all could see them. Finally,
when everyone had been before the king,
a fair-haired, blue-eyed little boy pushed
his way through the crowd followed by a
humble peasant and his wife. Straight be-
fore the throne marched the child.
"Oh. king," he said, standing between
his mother and father, "every year we
have given you our best, but this year we
have nothing to give. Please, would you
take me as a gift for one year to serve you
in any way I can?"
The great monarch descended from his
throne, laid his hand on the little fellow's
head and said. "My people, behold the
most unselfish gift, the greatest gift of
all." A bright light filled the immense
room and shone on the little boy and his
peasant father and mother. The people
bowed their heads. From somewhere came
the soft strains of an angel chorus.
Esther Lupien, '32.
He had not made the team. That was
the stinging thought that ran through the
mind of Bill Gardner as he was looking
over the gridiron. The blow had come and
left him hopeless. In his last year he had
not survived the cut. His four year's
dream was not to be realized. The cheer-
ing for the eleven-elect sounded on his ears
as bitter failure. He was graduating and
his morose conceit was doubled with the
thoughts of the girl in the bleachers who
was waiting to cheer for him; of the fam-
ily back home; and of the townspeople. He
was letting them all down. For four years
he had endured blood, sprains, and sleep-
less nights. He would carry the scar re-
ceived in the scrimmage for life. All these
things passed through his mind as he sat
on the bench and watched the opponents
drive his team back. But as he watched,
the home team rallied and took command.
Something seemed to snap within him. Joy
leaped into his heart. He and the other
second-string men had worked faithfully
to build the endurance and spirit of the
chosen eleven. Whether he or another man
carried the ball, no longer mattered. It
was all for the team! He had caught the
spirit of unselfish loyalty.
He had MADE the team.
Based on the poem:
Ruth Comfort Mitchell.
Charles Warner. '35.
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Standing: L. Kellogg, C. Damon, G. Judd, E. Lupien
Seated: R. Pittsinger, Mrs. Warner, Coacft, E. Mosher.
President: Charles M. Damon, Jr.
Vice-President: Edward Sheehan
Secretary-Treasurer: Ruth Pittsinger
Executive Committee: Neva Nash, Philip
Cook, and Rowena Pittsinger
Coach and Faculty Adviser: Mrs. Ray-
Last fall the W. H. S. Debating Soci-
ety opened its season with a preliminary
debate. The question for discussion was
Resolved, that the five day week is ben-
eficial to the American people. Louise
Kellogg won this debate with Richard
Burke second. In October, Ethel Mosher
was given first place and Rowena Pitt-
singer second on the question Resolved,
that Non-Contributary Old Age Pensions
are beneficial to the American people. The
subject for the November debate was Re-
solved, that the United States should own
and control the water-power resources of
the nation. George Judd was considered
the best debater and David Packard was
given second place.
In December Ethel Mosher, Ruth Pitt-
singer and Charles Damon met Northamp"
ton High's team with the question Re-
solved, that the Philippines should be
granted their conqjlete and immediate in-
dependence. Williamsburg argued for the
negative and was victorious. In March our
interscholastic team consisting of Ruth
Pittsinger, Louise Kellogg, and Charles
Damon, debated with a team from Am-
herst High and again upheld the negative
of the same question. Here too, Williams-
burg was victorious. The season ended in
May with another victory. This time our
opponents were from Hopkins Academy.
The debaters were Esther Lupien, Chester
King and George Judd. This made the
thirteenth victory for our school with no
defeats. This excellent record has been
due to the efficient coaching and tireless
efforts of Mrs. Warner and we hope that
it may continue unbroken.
President — Francis Manwell
Vice-President — Leroy Leonard
Secretary — Lulu Bisbee Smith
Treasurer — Olive Rhoades McAvoy
Jane Kiely Anne Dunphy
Margaret Trainor Mrs. Raymond Warner
Helen Nash Watling Louise E. Fisher
George Luce Edward C. Foster
Dorothy Jenkins Tiley Gosta Stene
Class of 1931
Phyllis Baker — Smith College
Roslyn Brown — Northampton Commercial
Ruthven Daniels — Smith School
Elizabeth Healy — Dickinson Hospital
Blanche Heath — Veteran's Hospital
Raymond Lee — Smith School
William Merritt — Williston Academy
Catherine Otis — Smith College
Irene Porter — Northampton Commercial
Doris Sanderson — North Adams State
Austin Snow — At home
Carrol Thayer — Massachusetts State Col-
Roger Warner — Massachusetts State Col-
Priseilla Webb — Ludlow
Mary Black '28 — Massachusetts State
Richard Merritt '27 — Massachusetts State
Robert Tetro '27 — Massachusetts State
Pauline Webb '2S — Massachusetts State
Hadley Wheeler '27 — University of Ver-
Barbara Bisbee '29 — Wesson Memorial
Fred Duplissey '27 — American Interna-
tional College. Springfield
Mildred Heath '22 — Framingham State-
Helen E. Nash '22 to Richard F. Watling.
M. Evelyn Nash '15 to J. Charles Crump.
Kenneth W. Nash 16 to Billie Nielson.
Gertrude Dobbs '25 to Milton Day.
Catherine Burke '23 to Walter Peeney.
Margaret Burke '22 to Malcolm McLeod.
Fred LaValley '25 to Alice Pilon. East-
April 9. 1932. a daughter to Charles Ro-
April 12. 1932. a son to Olive Rhoades
April 27. 1932. a son to Richard Smith
Standing: Field, Coach Foster, Goodhue.
Seated: Burke, Damon, Sheehan, Thayer, Cook.
At the opening of the basketball sea-
son there was much talk about the new
league that our school had just entered.
We started the season with an entirely
new and inexperienced team. We played
a few games and found that we were hav-
ing a tough time with sickness, etc. but
the sportsmanship of the team helped
greatly. A victory that helped us a great
deal was our 21-20 victory over our closest
rivals — Sanderson Academy. As we played
the various schools we saw how far su-
perior they were to us in facilities and
numbers. At the close of the season we
closed relationship with the league and
suggested a new one composed of Burgy,
Charlemont, Ashfield, Bernardston, Belch-
ertown and New Salem.
The outlook for next year is much
brighter with four veterans returning.
Physical, as well as mental, education is
vital to high school youths. Adequate fa-
cilities are plainly lacking here.
W. H. S. 2, Chester 29
16, Huntington 24
10, Smith Academy 36
7, Charlemont 28
114, Belchertown 21
14, Sanderson Academy 28
13, Clarke School 31
11, Westfield Trade 43
7, Chester 23
21, Sanderson Academy 20
16, Smith Academy 60
21, Charlemont 38
25, Belchertown 30
21, Westfield Trade 34
14, Belchertown 24
10, Huntington 44
Standing: Loud, Goodhue, Damon, Coach Foster, Judd, Warner
Seated: Ames, Lawton, Otis, Sheehan, Thayer, Burke, Field.
The baseball season was shortened this
year for several reasons, primarily on ac-
count of financial difficulties. At present
we have jdayed three games and three re-
main to be played. The outlook at the be-
ginning of the season was far from prom-
ising, yet as the season advanced several
prospects for next year were uncovered —
outstanding of which are several good hit-
ters and a pitcher.
At a meeting in Westfield shortly after
the basketball season it was decided that
the Tri-Valley league would not sponsor
league competition in baseball. As a re-
sult, several familiar teams do not appear
in the W. H. S. schedule.
W. H. S. 7 , Belchertown 30
1. Charlemont 7
i, Belchertown 21
Games to be played: Charlemont 1, Smith
Standing: M. Damon, Miss Fisher, Coach, J. Black, M. Wells.
Seated: J. Merritt, M. Allaire, R. Merritt, M. Sylvester, N. Sheehan.
The girls' basketball team, with Miss
Fisher as Coach, had a fairly successful
season this year.
Mildred Sylvester, l.f. ; Marjorie Damon,
r.f.; Mari Wells, j.c; Juvy Black, s.c. ;
Ruth Merritt, l.g. ; Jean Merritt, r.g.
Nancy Sheehan and Marie Allaire saw
much service, and we were backed by good
substitutes, R. Lloyd, Lena Niewiadomski,
and Evelyn Rustemeyer.
W. H. S. 14, Huntington 8
16, Smith Academy 8
21, Charlemont 23
17, Belchertown 3
6, C. D. Nurses 21
16, Sanderson 17
17, South Hadley 16
14, Sanderson 16
14, Smith Academy 12
22, C. D. Nurses 29
20, Huntington 11
11, South Hadley 44
Saturday morning, April 30th at 7
o'clock, we left for Springfield with Miss
Dunphy as our chaperone. We arrived in
New York about noon where we met Mr.
Palmer who conducted our trip in a most
Saturday afternoon we stopped at Phil-
adelphia where we visited Independence
Hall, and Wannamaker's store and en-
joyed a trip around the city. We arrived
in Washington at 8 :45 and were taken to
our headquarters, Hotel Harrington.
Sunday morning we visited the Francis-
can Monastery, with its indescribable gar-
dens. This Monastery is a Memorial
Church of the Holy Land. Sunday after-
noon we toured the city stopping at the
Lincoln Memorial and National Cathedral,
where we saw the tombs of Wilson and
Dewey. Our next stop was at Arlington
Cemetery, where we saw the new Amphi-
theatre and the tomb of the Unknown
Soldier. From there we went to the Custis
Lee Mansion where a wonderful view of
the city of Washington was enjoyed. Here
we had the unexpected pleasure of hear-
ing Vice-President Curtis speak.
Monday morning we visited the Bureau
of Printing and Engraving, the Pan Amer-
ican Union, the Capitol and the White
Monday afternoon we motored to Mt.
Vernon, stopping at Christ Church in Al-
exandria where Washington and Lee wor-
shipped. We also visited the Washington
Masonic Lodge Room, where we saw
many of the belongings of Washington. At
Mt. Vernon we spent two pleasant hours,
for this old mansion is a wonderful land-
mark with its smaller buildings and beau-
tiful gardens. The return to Washington
by boat was a pleasant trip.
Tuesday morning we went to the Wash-
ington Monument and later to the Smith-
sonian Institute, where we saw the Spirit
of St. Louis, the inaugural gowns of the
Ladies of the White House and innumer-
able other things of interest. Our visit to
the National Museum with its marvelous
Roosevelt collection was much too short
for we could have spent hours there. That
evening we visited the Congressional Li-
brary which we could not begin to de-
We left Washington Wednesday morn-
ing and arrived in Springfield at 6 :30
where friends met us. The trip was most
interesting and educational and we en-
joyed every minute of it. We feel very
well repaid for our efforts in raising the
required sum of money and very grateful
to the townspeople and friends who helped
Philip Cook. '32.
The Class of nineteen thirty-two
Stands here to plant this tree,
And dedicate it to our friend,
The man who made us free.
Oh ! General Washington so brave
We think of you tonight,
The Father of our native land.
You pulled us thru' the fight.
This is the Bicentennial year
Of your most noble birth,
And that is why we plant this tree
In praise of your great worth.
Lois E. Bisbee '32.
I was never meant to be a bard,
So for me this task is hard.
Yet briefly I'll reveal to you
The class of nineteen thirty-two.
In numbers we have reached just ten
Seven girls and three young men.
We hope that we can win the strife,
We're aiming for a name in life.
Phil Cook in studies he has shone,
And tact for presidency he did own.
He's well prepared in the Morse code,
At least the "Dots", are to his mode.
Ruth Pittsinger our vice-president,
Our class average, to heights has sent
In English, Math and Latin too.
Some day her name'll be in "Who's Who".
Neva proves a laugh's the style
To make life's struggle worth the while,
As secretary she's been just fine
And with her smile she'll head the line.
Charlie, our treasurer likes to walk
As well as use his tactful talk.
For him we're sorry in one way
That every day can't be Sunday.
Taxi rides make Lizzie smile,
But she thinks it was worth while
To pay that sum and save Shank's mare
From roaming to, "Heavens Knows
Ruth Pomeroy, a teacher plans to be,
A disciplined girl we hope to see.
As humorist with joyful line
We'll hear her on the air some time.
We now know Ed likes the girls,
Especially one with dark brown curls.
Proms now are more to his liking
For dancing to him is quite striking.
Bus rides to Lois are amusing.
When the drivers are to her choosing.
She shows talent in dancing ways,
Which she revealed in high school days.
Esther's rheumatism spoiled her walk,
Though it did not spoil her debating talk.
And all of us were pleased to know
She received the rank, Pro Merito.
This rythmn ranks not very well,
The bard's Betty Wells, I'll have to tell
This year she seemed to be a pest
In Geology mostly; better in the rest.
We are but "one", while here tonight,
But soon we'll part our ways to fight.
To Alma Mater we will sing,
While joyfully the echoes ring.
Parents, teachers and friends so true
Our success is due to you.
Our motto, "Energy wins the way",
We'll try to follow every day.
Mr. Foster: "What is Coral?"
George Field: "A place where they
round up cattle."
Miss Fisher: "Everyone pick up the
floor before you go home tonight."
James Malloy: "You'll have to hire
Mr. Foster: "Where were you last night
Field: "Did I have to stay?"
Mr. Foster: "Sure."
Field: "I knew I forgot something!"
Mr. Stene: "What happened to the
Mildred Sylvester: "It fell down."
Miss Fisher: "You will have to be more
careful when marking your papers. Last
time I had to add some to most marks."
Charlie Damon: "I wish you would do
some adding this time."
Mr. Foster: "What is noticeable about
the hills in the contour map?"
Betty Wells: "The hills are flat."
Ruth Pittsinger: "Have you got to stay
again tonight. Mickey?"
Mickey Molloy: "Did you ever see a
night when I didn't have to stay!"
Mr. Stene: "What is a cloister?"
Henry Soltys: "A bunch of grapes."
Miss Fisher: "Tell about Lincoln's
Betty Wells: "He was killed in the
Mr. Foster: "Were there any land an-
imals during the Ordovician period?"
Esther Lupien: "Yes."
Mr. Foster: "What kind?"
Esther: "Sea fishes!"
Mr. Stene: "Name some of the Teuton
Dorothy Field: "The Teutons."
Ruth Pomeroy : Will you please give me
the date of the War of 1812?
Mr. Foster: "What were, 'Gas Sun-
days', during the World War?"
Lois Bisbee: Sundays when the Ameri-
cans had no heat in their houses."
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